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Superb Vicar
written by Genocide Reaper08:35 PM 8/8/04| Iv jumped around and head banged until my veins explained about their pain. I won't cure the sickness, I won't bare the Children's secret. I can see inside of their mind.. Now all I want to do is Slip into the shadows and Hide. I picked up the necro eclectic, then I try to slit my Fist, drain it like a sist, I fight the whisk, I attempt to risk it all, give it in here. Show it up near my Tomb. I Tore out of the womb, I brought the Blackened Swoon. I must have come from Satan's fallopian tubes. Its an Educated guess, from observing the Mess. The mess I made, the Stress. I spread, the Careless expression that I shade. I want to know. Why all the Incubated Psycho's follow me. Summing things up until it takes the exceptance. Who's to say that I'm scared and not prepared. I'm just letting the Inner me talk. I can hear Thousands of voices screaming. (STOP!)....Give me the guitar and I'll play something heavy and unforgetible, something meaningful. Something that will Make your Brain Drain into a Mush, it'll make you Hush. Then you'll see how to Jump around act insane Head bang until your Veins complain about their pain! |
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*Head bangs and plays the Guitar until his fingers become Raw*
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| » Comments / Feedback | by SuperBob (8-9-2004 - 02:56 AM)
| if your poems are this fucking awesome i wonder how incredible your guitar playing is.....i wanna hear! please Poetry God...heh..watch i then thnk of you as both Poetry God and Guitar God...wow |
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